First snow viewed from my workplace Oh y’all, the weather doesn’t know what it wants to be. A few days after it was 80F it snowed. And then we had a colder than normal week. I put away all my warm weather clothes and packed my drawers with sweaters. And now I am typing this …
The End of the Garden Season
Just big enough to eat Last weekend, since there were only pole beans and squash left in the garden, I carefully placed protecting barriers around them so the chickens could finally be allowed in again. They were all standing at the gate between gardens, hoping that a treat was forthcoming. Little did they know what …
When You Rule the Roost
A Diva with the fluffiest butt We’d been out grocery shopping, and when we got home, I went out to the run to let the chickens out into their garden. They heard me coming, and Mrs. Dashwood stood in the coop door and started into the “I laid an egg!” song. I opened the run …
Harvest Season
I always forget how busy this time of year is in the garden. The season is definitely changing—shorter days, a different quality of light, a new smell to the air, and cooler nights even though days are sometimes still pretty warm. In the “old days” our average first frost date was October 8th, these days …
Garden Gone Feral
Part of the feral garden It is the time of the season when the garden has gone feral, relieving me of all illusions that I ever had any control over anything. At first I feel horror, what sort of terrible gardener am I to allow such wanton wildness? The glossy pages of a garden magazine …
